Silence in your field was worth a hundred peacefull dreams, from soil you let yeild and to my mouth you feed. in nakedness i watched you bleed, from silk cover abandoned, milk skin wonder, forever hindered on your endless spirit. full of conceit in brown seat you cried like wind blowing a gale your weathered heart pinched in pale just for a second you were suffering and a kin to what i know so well, but now its fine, untell next time. i love you and thats but a dream, in your field i am bloated and at rest my heart a little larger an danger of attack but for want of youthfull joy, i wont look back.
